Sequel: Happily Ever After
Status: Complete

Even Lovers Drown

Chapter 11

Blake didn't make a move to get up, didn't bother to button her pants, just lounged on the couch, staring at the closed door. Her mind cleared and her breathing evened, but Saylor flitted through her mind. Davy's little half-sister, bridge of her nose dotted with freckles and her green eyes shining with lust instead of irritation, grinding against Blake. The shake of her breasts, the firmness of her ass underneath Blake's fingers, the tiny mewls of pleasure, Blake could hear it, see it, feel it. And she wanted it, wanted it so badly her body was already humming with another round of arousal.

Simple fabricated images of woman who denied her set her body off better than the woman who was touching her. Rebecca was gorgeous, had a great body that she showed off. She was Blake's normal woman. Easy and looking for bragging rights. Rebecca wanted that small amount of time with Blake. Saylor didn't. She made it very clear that she didn't when Blake asked. But Blake still thought of her while with Rebecca.

Thinking about another woman during a fans moment almost made Blake feel guilty. Rebecca may have been messing with Blake for her own selfish reasons, but Blake should have been present while with her. Rebecca deserved at least that. Though she would never be more to Blake than just a fan, it was still her moment. Saylor had no place to infiltrate Blake's mind like that.

And Blake couldn't understand why Saylor popped into her mind. That had never happened before, not that Blake could remember at least. Even in her first encounter with a groupie, way back after the Say Goodbye's first performance in high school, she hadn't thought of another woman to help her get off. So why now?

Blake had nothing to be excited about with Saylor. She was cute, but there were no promises of a later encounter between them. There was nothing for her to look forward to. The slightly oversized attire Saylor wore was not an attempt to attract anyone, more an attempt at comfort. While Saylor looked good in what she wore, Rebecca gave Blake more to ogle. Rebecca should have been able to keep Blake's attention.

Maybe she was just bothered by the situation still. Saylor denied her, and now, Blake couldn't stop thinking about her. Anger and confusion were enough to force images of Saylor into her mind while another woman was on top of her. Mixed with curiosity, her sights were set on Saylor. She wanted to know what made Saylor not want her and what would make Saylor want her.

How long would this last? Would Blake be stuck having sex with groupies and thinking about Saylor to get through it, forever feeling a tinge of guilt for not thinking of the woman she was with at the time? Saylor was going to ruin every sexual experience Blake had with a fan, and Blake couldn't handle that.

She needed to get Saylor out of her system. Break whatever grudge Saylor had against her and take her. That was it. She wouldn't be satisfied until then. It was a craving, like the ones she occasionally had for Chinese food. She was craving redhead and wouldn't be satisfied until she got her.

A lazy smile stretched across her lips, and she laid her head back against the couch cushions, draping an arm over her eyes. The plan was decent enough for now. Get Saylor and fix her newfound problem, two solid points. She'd work out the details later, figure out how to go about getting Saylor into her bunk when she didn't have a show to worry about.

The dressing room door opened with a click, distracting Blake's thoughts. She peaked from under her arm at the new occupant, too lazy to sit up or fix her unbuttoned pants. Sage, dyed red hair bright under the lights, stood in the doorway, her eyes locking on Blake. Confusion flitted across her face, her brows furrowed.

"Were you masturbating?" Sage asked.

Pulling her arm away from her face, she sat up and gave Sage the best irritated look she could muster. The question didn't bother her, not at all. Any of her band mates could have asked her that question and she wouldn't have cared, nor would she have been shocked. They lived on bus together for months at time on tour. In such tight quarters, no questions were off limits.

"Do I look like I've been masturbating?" Blake asked.

Sage's eyes darted over her body, a quick assessment, and returned to her face. "Maybe." A smirk spread slowly on her face, and Blake could see the teasing glint in her eyes. "Being told to get lost is your thing, huh? Or is it redheads? I need to know so I don't accidentally turn you on."

Blake faked a laugh, purposely dry. "Funny. Your favorite bra's ending up in the freezer tonight. Fair warning."

"Oh, I'm so scared of big bad Blake. Bet you wish you could put Saylor's bra in the freezer," Sage teased. "Come on, we need to get ready for the show."

She didn't wait for Blake to speak, didn't catch her glare. Pivoting, she walked out of the dressing room, letting the door slam behind her and leaving Blake with her bruised ego.

"Jerk," Blake mumbled.

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"And I owe you five dollars." Saylor counted the wad of one dollar bills out loud, placing them in the eager fan's hand as she went. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five." Forcing a polite smile, she placed her hands against the table. "Enjoy the show."

Shirt and poster clutched in one hand, the teenager pocketed the money. "Thank you," she nearly squealed and rushed away to meet up with her friends.

The line nonexistent, most fans waiting anxiously on the floor for the band to start, Saylor let her smile drop. Sighing, she turned to Davy, who leaned against the back merch table with a smile across his face. A real smile. Not like the one Saylor had been forcing in her exhaustion.

"I think that was the first 'thank you' I've gotten all night," she said.

He laughed, a tinge of exhaustion in the deep tone. Clearly, he wasn't as put off by the lack of manners. The whole night, nothing bothered him. He was so in his element selling merch and conversing with avid fans that he blocked out anything that would have irritated him.

"At least no one has insulted our intelligence or accused us of wanting to be part of the band."

"People do that?"

"Unfortunately, jerks frequent concerts and think they can pick on merch workers."

Saylor wasn't sure she could handle that, but Davy had for years. This was his life. He loved to travel with the band and meet fans. Like some merch workers, he had fans of his own that came up and took pictures with him during the night. Despite the obnoxious people who tried to bring him down for his profession choice, he was still doing what he enjoyed.

"I'm going to kill someone by the end of this," Saylor grumbled.

"On the plus side, we're about to have a bunch of down time." He paused, focus drifting over Saylor's shoulder. His smile broadened, his eyes sparkling. "And Sarah and Jenny are coming back with my nachos."

Saylor glanced over her shoulder. The pair of almost identical merch girls approached the table, arms filled with food. She still wasn't sure which was Sarah and which was Jenny, but one of them had her pizza and that was all that mattered.

The lights in the arena dimmed, a burst of cheers emitting from the crowd. The girls glanced at each other, excited smiles across their faces, and rushed to the table. They laid the food out as quickly as they could, making sure not to drop anything.

"Can we go watch?" one asked.

Davy grabbed his container of nachos and waved them off. "Be back in time to load."

Their squeals were drowned out by the screams of guitars and they disappeared into the massive crowd. Saylor took her paper plate, taking a large bite from the pizza and watching the crowd with disinterest. Music wailed in the small room, far too loud to be safe for human ears. The large black curtain that covered the stage, the one the crew dropped while setting the stage for Say Goodbye's set, lit from behind, showing the silhouettes of the band. The crowd's screams were deafening.

Saylor rolled her eyes, willing the noise to disappear, and looked at Davy. He munched happily on her nachos, eyes glued to the stage. They could see the show from their spot, so why did Sarah and Jenny have to leave the table?

"Couldn't they have watched from here?" she yelled over the music.

"No," he shot back.

Saylor shrugged and ate her pizza. She wouldn't question his need to separate himself from the hyper merch girls. The age difference was having an effect on him. They were nineteen and easily made him feel old, though twenty-five was hardly old.

"I'm going to call mom," Saylor said, "Be back in a second."

A quick check in, necessary to soothe any of her mom's fears. Only a couple minutes to prove she was still alive. She didn't care enough about watching Blake to feel bad about missing a small portion of the performance.

"Say 'hi' for me," Davy said.

"Will do." She gave him a thumbs up and slipped around the table to go make her obligatory phone call home.
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